Dale's Office: Late Wednesday Night
It was late at night when he got the call. The call he never wanted to hear. Dale slammed down the phone, a grim look on his face.
"Zombies. Damn it all to hell."
It was only one phone call from a near-sighted citizen claiming to see a walking corpse, but Dale wasn't leaving anything to chance.
The first phone call he made was to home and to Charlotte demanding that she get off the island as quickly as possible.
He then reached into his desk and pulled out a well worn file. One that had been updated many times during his two years with the police department just for this type of situation. Phone calls were made and people were gathered.
One hour later they were all there at the station. Five men from different worlds and backgrounds who glanced at each other in concern and confusion at their summons.
"Gentlemen," Dale said taking a sip of coffee. "Thank you for coming so quickly. I've called you all together for one reason and one reason only. Zombies."
"Zombies?" Indiana asked looking concerned.
"Zombies!" Dor exclaimed.
"Zombies," Dale replied grimly. "All of you have been selected as part of a specialized task force to eliminate the Zombie Menace. Dr. Jones is an archeologist and an expert on the occult. Mr. Worf is a Klingon, a formidable warrior from an alien world. Dor is a magician from his own world with experience with zombies. And Mr. Madrox... well, he can form himself into a one man army."
"He will make excellent cannon fodder," Worf grumbled.
"Hey! I'm nobody's fodder!" Jamie protested.
"Knock it off, kid," Indiana growled. "This is serious."
"Indeed it is," Dale said standing up. "This island was once before invaded by Zombies. I've spent many hours reviewing the events of that weekend and have devised a plan that requires each of your abilities."
He held the plan aloft.
"By following this plan we can ensure the safety of this island. Gentlemen... Are you with me?"
They all rose as one and nodded at each other. Five men banding together despite their differences to fight the oncoming Zombie hordes.
Of course the powers that be had other plans for these five men.
Like turning them into animals.
There was a flash of light and suddenly the men were gone and surrounding Dale's desk was bunch of animals looking at each other in disbelief.
//"Oh, Drat,"// Dale the bunny sighed. //"Not again."//
//"This... is not acceptable,"// Worf the kitten mewed in indignation.
//"At least you look cute,"// Jamie the Jamhuahua chihuahua yipped. //"I look like an oversized rat."//
//"I AM NOT CUTE!"// Worf yowled.
//"You are cute,"// Jamie yipped back. //"I bet all the girls are going to want to cuddle you and tie ribbons on your tail.//
//"ENOUGH!"// Worf yowled and jumped on top of the chihuahua to nip at its ears. Cutely.
//"Ow! Cut it out!"// Jamie yipped.
//"Oh no! What are we going to do now?"// Dor the mouse tittered.
Indiana the Huskie just sighed and laid down on the floor. //"You got me kid,"// he grunted. //"I've never been a dog before. At least I still have my hat."//
//"Relax, gentlemen,"// Dale the bunny said scratching his ear with his paw. //"I just need time to come up with a new plan."//
//"What's that going to be Mr. Cooper?"// Dor the mouse tittered.
//"First things first, my dear boy,"// Dale replied. //"Right now we have to figure out a way to operate a coffee machine using only our paws."//
Indiana let out a small sigh/whimper and rested his muzzle on his paws. //"Great. We're doomed."//
Twenty minutes later Ralph made a note in his report about chasing out a bunch of animals from the station that were trying to get into the doughnuts and coffee.
[OOC: NFI. Talk of Zombies is NFB but everything else is okay to broadcast. OOC comments would be love. Also? Availability still stinks.]
"Zombies. Damn it all to hell."
It was only one phone call from a near-sighted citizen claiming to see a walking corpse, but Dale wasn't leaving anything to chance.
The first phone call he made was to home and to Charlotte demanding that she get off the island as quickly as possible.
He then reached into his desk and pulled out a well worn file. One that had been updated many times during his two years with the police department just for this type of situation. Phone calls were made and people were gathered.
One hour later they were all there at the station. Five men from different worlds and backgrounds who glanced at each other in concern and confusion at their summons.
"Gentlemen," Dale said taking a sip of coffee. "Thank you for coming so quickly. I've called you all together for one reason and one reason only. Zombies."
"Zombies?" Indiana asked looking concerned.
"Zombies!" Dor exclaimed.
"Zombies," Dale replied grimly. "All of you have been selected as part of a specialized task force to eliminate the Zombie Menace. Dr. Jones is an archeologist and an expert on the occult. Mr. Worf is a Klingon, a formidable warrior from an alien world. Dor is a magician from his own world with experience with zombies. And Mr. Madrox... well, he can form himself into a one man army."
"He will make excellent cannon fodder," Worf grumbled.
"Hey! I'm nobody's fodder!" Jamie protested.
"Knock it off, kid," Indiana growled. "This is serious."
"Indeed it is," Dale said standing up. "This island was once before invaded by Zombies. I've spent many hours reviewing the events of that weekend and have devised a plan that requires each of your abilities."
He held the plan aloft.
"By following this plan we can ensure the safety of this island. Gentlemen... Are you with me?"
They all rose as one and nodded at each other. Five men banding together despite their differences to fight the oncoming Zombie hordes.
Of course the powers that be had other plans for these five men.
Like turning them into animals.
There was a flash of light and suddenly the men were gone and surrounding Dale's desk was bunch of animals looking at each other in disbelief.
//"Oh, Drat,"// Dale the bunny sighed. //"Not again."//
//"This... is not acceptable,"// Worf the kitten mewed in indignation.
//"At least you look cute,"// Jamie the Jamhuahua chihuahua yipped. //"I look like an oversized rat."//
//"I AM NOT CUTE!"// Worf yowled.
//"You are cute,"// Jamie yipped back. //"I bet all the girls are going to want to cuddle you and tie ribbons on your tail.//
//"ENOUGH!"// Worf yowled and jumped on top of the chihuahua to nip at its ears. Cutely.
//"Ow! Cut it out!"// Jamie yipped.
//"Oh no! What are we going to do now?"// Dor the mouse tittered.
Indiana the Huskie just sighed and laid down on the floor. //"You got me kid,"// he grunted. //"I've never been a dog before. At least I still have my hat."//
//"Relax, gentlemen,"// Dale the bunny said scratching his ear with his paw. //"I just need time to come up with a new plan."//
//"What's that going to be Mr. Cooper?"// Dor the mouse tittered.
//"First things first, my dear boy,"// Dale replied. //"Right now we have to figure out a way to operate a coffee machine using only our paws."//
Indiana let out a small sigh/whimper and rested his muzzle on his paws. //"Great. We're doomed."//
Twenty minutes later Ralph made a note in his report about chasing out a bunch of animals from the station that were trying to get into the doughnuts and coffee.
[OOC: NFI. Talk of Zombies is NFB but everything else is okay to broadcast. OOC comments would be love. Also? Availability still stinks.]